I am currently enrolled in my second semester at Elgin Community College, and one of the classes that I am currently taking is an online class that is about fiction literature. I have always had mixed feelings about reading when I was younger, but now I like it more. I am always reminded about when I was a young child, I thought of reading more of a burden because I was not interested in it. I am not sure if you picked up on that, but it was something that I always thought of being boring, and would think it would take up too much time. I still remember how one of my elementary teachers had each of us complete a reading log at the end of the week.
She would read the books aloud making the characters come alive. As my interest grew, my determination to read grew with it, making it possible for me to discover that new world within the first few weeks of school. In order to help me reach my goal, my mom took... ... middle of paper ... ...e long wait with some moderate sci-fi books like Red Mars, that give an interesting insight to what the future may be like one day. The invaluable lifelong skill of reading has become one of the greatest discoveries in my life. Some people find their personal enjoyment in expressing their ideas in writing, while others enjoy getting lost in the words written by others.
Or writers who write novels or books describing a true story they experienced. In most of our lives, we learn from those who can teach. Experienced elders or specialists teach us how to live, conduct ourselves, relate to one another and survive in different environments. My first day in USIU I was handed a student handbook which had all the rules and information about the university. That handbook was written with a purpose which was to instruct and advice.
Books have made me who I am today. These stories fire my imagination and for a little while, let me live in that world. In the world of story. In a number of pages, the story evolves into the way I think. A side effect of reading many books is ending up with a large vocabulary.
I have almost always felt this way about reading and writing. In the second grade I remember being assigned a book report and I waited until the night before the report was due to even start reading the book. I naturally picked The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss due to it being incredibly short. Even in the second grade this book was below the reading level expected of me but I really did not care. Throughout the entire assignment I was complaining to my mom that “this is a waste of time” and “I hate reading”.
From early on, I knew English would be my kryptonite. I was never interested in the subject and the books assigned along with the endless research papers made me resent the “boring” subject even more. It seemed as though many of my teachers in the past did not care for our feelings towards the material we covered or how we grew as readers and writers. We had no say in what we wanted to do or what we wanted to get out of the class. I understand that we had standards and certain things we needed to cover by the end of the year, but it would have been helpful if the teachers cared about what we wanted to learn, not only about reading and writing, but about ourselves as well.
After each book that we read we would then complete book reports. At the time I particularly did not enjoy book reports, but as I reflect back I realize that they really challenged me to not just read the book, but to study, connect, and to understand the text. In middle school, my teacher would read to us many different texts that were challenging. As a class we would dissect the pieces to engage and understand what the author was portraying. To Kill A Mockingbird was one of the books that we read where we completely annotated the entire story.
My teacher tried to helped me about my writing, reading, and grammars. However, it failed misery. I failed so bad for the whole year. My teacher realized that I didn’t do so well in the class so she decided to let me redo all my old assignments. I redo all assignments and managed to pass the class with a
For myself, I believe that I could read quite easily and was able to pick up on it quickly. I really enjoyed reading and still do to this day. I was taught how to read through simple books I had a school and at my home. I remember those books having a similar format on each page with the way the sentence was set up, and the words which made that sentence. Reading those books were fun for me, especially when I was able to move up to the next level.
As a writer, I struggled my first semester, which took a huge toll on my excitement for both English and writing. Although, I came to realize that with a little help, proofreading, and editing (several times), I was able to generate a well-written essay or at best an average one. Regardless of my poor start, I continued to appreciate my love of English language arts courses. I was blown away by all the juicy classical literature and landmark poems I was able to read and comprehend. I loved all of my classes in college, and I honestly enjoyed the readings!